archives for May 2004
brief dispatch from south texas
Monday 31 May 2004 | I like a cookie
I am tired and weepy and people-phobic and in an, I fear, now-chronic state of terror and adrenaline rush. Also my sciatic ass hurts and I managed to sit zazen for a whopping six or seven minutes before wigging out completely. N. didn’t call tonight. I had a dismal pale simulacrum of a non-conversation with [...]
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when you begin to contemplate dating a much younger man
Monday 31 May 2004 | I like a cookie
you finally cave in and buy tooth whitening strips you worry even more than you previously did about the spider veins on the backs of your thighs you make a conscious effort not to utter that groaning sound when you sit down on or get up from the floor you think about working out every [...]
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punctuation stroppiness
Friday 28 May 2004 | I like a cookie
A sign I saw today outside the Maronite Church we always pass on the way to the hospital: KID’S DAY OUT! THIS SATURDAY Lynne Truss would say, wow, that must be one happy kid.
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would you look at miss ohio
Monday 24 May 2004 | I like a cookie
The health concerns shared by Mandarin and me are ill-concealed from Google, as revealed by today’s banner ads festooning our [old and now defunct] blog: First Period: Kotex.com—Women’s Interests: Products, Really Good Information, and Personal Talk Nausea, vomiting—Stomach discomfort, bloating: Novartis studies seek patients The vet can’t see the cat until Wednesday, I’ve had two [...]
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and that’s an order
Friday 21 May 2004 | I like a cookie
Everyone must immediately obtain and read Eats, Shoots and Leaves—and procure it for anyone else for whom you’ve ever cared, as well. If I could afford it, Mandarin and M. and N. and the Film Critic and the Librarian (Good Lord, who are all these people) and even the Lascivious Former Boss would all have [...]
the vastly differing stories of three lady pianists
Friday 21 May 2004 | I like a cookie
I specially like this one story Tori told about her little daughter Natasha: Tori: She said, I want to learn to play the piano, Mommy. And so I said, Well, okay. And I try to find her a piano teacher. I said, I am not teaching because that is not good. So I couldn’t find [...]
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naughty wrist faeries
Tuesday 18 May 2004 | I like a cookie
Trying to make it so the Unnarrator can’t blog! But she don’t care. Too much to relate and not enough time to write a paper letter, and it’s too late on the East Coast for a phone call (though she sat in the car, teary, for a long time holding the cellphone, and was in [...]
mrkrgnao (pace joyce)
Friday 14 May 2004 | I like a cookie
From sleeping all forest-mottled and beautiful and rustily purring on her green comforter at the foot of the bed, Nina arose, stretched, came and blinked at me for a few minutes, tried to walk on the keyboard, startled at the sight of the Possum, sniffed with horror at my salt and vinegar potato chips (potato [...]
april was the cruelest month (and march, and may)
Wednesday 12 May 2004 | I like a cookie
It mixed memory with desire, bred lilacs out of the dead land, and got the Unnarrator for one into a whole lot of trouble. Though actually most of the trouble happened in March. So a brief précis of my wicked misdeeds: March 23—the Un sleeps with the Film Critic, which is not All That, but [...]
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english as she is spoke
Tuesday 11 May 2004 | I like a cookie
Here’s good old Scott Simon talking with the editor of good old English As She Is Spoke. It occurs to me that maybe I should write, for the benefit of my nonexistent readers, a whirlwind précis of how I spent April. Then again maybe not. It sounds too much like actual work.
